Debauchery Worlds 13 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Southmonk

Debauchery Worlds

Chapter 13

-VB-

2U

2980.11.05 Inner Sphere / 2006.??.?? Falmart-GateEarth

We came back to Falmart.

Our purpose?

Set up an outpost and turn it into a city just like we did on Planet David.

Our goal?

Dominate Falmart and put an end to slavery (and if a few of the local women want to join us in bed and union, then that would also be great).

This time, however, we came back as a company of soldiers with a lance of two light mechs (Locusts), one medium mech (Centurion), and one heavy mech (Rifleman). The reason for their presence was threefold. First, we wanted to show that we were more than ready to fight the JSDF in case they got any funny ideas. Two, we wanted to assert our technological superiority just cause. Three, we would use them to scour entire cities if need be if the Sanderan Empire decided to fight us.

And considering that their future leader was a greedy, selfish, and egotistical crown prince utterly in over his head fighting the weak Japanese Self-Defense Force, we foresaw a need to burn cities by the boatload.

We cared about ending slavery but not necessarily the people who were part of the empire.

We also had a secondary goal for returning to Falmart in force. We wanted access to their magic, directly or indirectly, and becoming a powerhouse here with leverage to use to draw magicians and their knowledge to us was crucial to achieve that.

Oh, also make money buying and selling anything and everything. It's just good business to do that.

And speaking of business…

-VB-

Lieutenant General Hazama

The pacification of the immediate area around the Gate - which the locals called Alnus Gate for being on the Alnus Hills - moved at an even pace. With Italica becoming friendly with the JSDF and thus Japan, it could even be said that Japan had successfully set up a colony.

Hazama couldn’t even refute this because there was a steady income being generated at the Alnus community from the refugees, merchants, and fortune seekers buying Japanese goods, which pulled in quite a bit of precious metals to Japan. On top of that, the locals were looking to the JSDF as potentially the help they needed to overthrow the Sanderan Empire.

Of course, neither Hazama nor the JSDF had any intention of becoming the key figures in overthrowing a foreign regime; they weren’t the USA. At the same time, what he wanted didn’t necessarily translate into reality if the National Diet saw something they could use. Like oil. It would be great for Japan if they found oil here in the Special Region which was within their reach, because Hazama was not about to willingly send his men and women to fight an extension of this war to claim oil fields, even if he had obeyed the orders from above to send resource investigation teams to explore and document the region.

Tok tok.

He looked up from his laptop. “Come in,” he ordered, and his secretary walked into his office.

“General. We have a radio transmission from an unknown source.”

“Hmm?”

And then he remembered. Those high-tech unknowns that First Lieutenant Itami met in the east.

“And what do they want?” he asked.

“They wish to talk with you regarding operational boundaries.”

That sounded like trouble.

“Alright. What channel are they in?”

“270 Hz, sir.”

He picked up his own radio and tuned it to the correct channel. “This is General Hazama. To everyone but our guests, please change the channel.” He waited for a bit. “Good afternoon. You must be the Marris Mercenary Company I heard about.”

There was a moment of static before a response came through. “We are. I am 2U, and I speak on behalf of the Marris Mercenary Company. We’re calling ahead to make sure that we do not run into each other in any adversarial position,” a baritone voice came through in Japanese but with a thick American accent.

… Were they thinking about hiring themselves out to the Empire? That would be … not great, considering that some of the feats they showed to the First Lieutenant would be devastating.

“If you are thinking about getting on the Empire’s side, then can I offer you a higher price for your service?” he offered after waiting for just a second to not appear too desperate.

There was a pause. “Ah, it seems you are mistaken, general. We are not calling to inform you that we might find each other at gunpoint. We’re calling to tell you that the Marris Mercenary Company has decided that Falmart possesses lucrative resources and we will be taking them for our own use.”

Hazama slowly pulled his radio away from him and looked at it.

Did… did he just hear that correctly?

He slowly pulled the radio back to where it had been and pressed down to speak. “I think I just heard you say that you were … here to conquer.”

“Yes. Between the chaos, instability, rampant racism, and technological inferiority, we have decided that Falmart would be more useful for us when we take it and reshape it to our liking.”

“... So you, a mercenary company, is here to conquer.”

“Yes, and we have no wish to fight Japan.”

‘They are aware of who were are,’ Hazama thought. This … made things even stickier than before. The ultra-nationalists at home will see this as an invitation to do the same to the empire that will most likely break apart in the face of the technologically superior enemy. “And would that be alright with your … employers, if you have any?”

“That would be classified information but for your information, they have no right to dictate our actions if we complete our part of the contract with them. As for where we are, we have set up an outpost on the other side of the mountain range to your east. I just want to confirm that you are aware of our intent and that we do not want to fight you.”

“... I understand your intent. I must, however, ask how you intend to conquer.”

“Isn’t it obvious, general?”

“What is?”

“We are mercenaries, not a country with a diplomatic corp at our beck and call. When it comes to coqnuest… we will do so with fire and steel.”

-VB-

Our base on Falmart began some two hundred clicks west from the nearest major Sanderan city. With about an “armored” company and a quarter of clones on this world, we needed a base to match.

Instead of building something sturdy right away, we opted to open a portal back to David II in the Inner Sphere and bring in three mobile barracks and one mobile residential-utility, which was a vehicle that included showers, toilets, kitchen, and anything else that soldiers on the frontline base might need.

What we did do at that location was to dig wide and deep trenches using the battlemechs so as to prevent random attacks from just reaching us without at least a need for an organized attack.

And it just happened to be on the land of some random rich plantation owner.

With slaves.

We wasted no time sending two squads to start our liberation.

Three of the clone soldiers who were in charge of the purge watched with apathy as the plantation manor and the “masters and mistresses” of the place burned, casting a bright pillar of fire for all to see in the middle of the night. And the slaves? Some looked shellshocked. Others looked … vindicated.

We turned to look at the now freed slaves.

“Would you like to come with us or try your luck out in this world?”

Sufficed to say, many of them decided that they wanted to join us.

It also cemented our decision to change this world.

A crying man with bloody lash marks on their back.

A slave woman who flinched at the sight of man.

A child without any eyes.

It really did.